"Flowers have their own language, you know," Zelda says in the tones of one imparting a great secret.
Families are made, not born.
"Do you ever get sick of it?" Millerna asks.
Millerna and growing up.
She feels she'll never stop wanting, not where Juri is concerned.
"We should get married," Aerith says out of the blue one morning.
Sheeta has no love of winter.
Never in any of her post-war imaginings did she imagine herself here, at Lacus Clyne's door, heart in her throat, fingers whitening around her duffel bag.
Leliana hides in plain sight, wearing chantry robes like a stolen skin.
They doze together when they can. (Jiro/Naoko, The Wind Rises)
"Teef," Barret's voice rumbles. In it there's a question she can't answer. She doesn't look at him. Doesn't look at anyone.
She fits against Elmyra's side like she's never belonged anywhere else.
Sometimes there are letters, the handwriting matching that of the birthday card she ripped up so long ago. Relena keeps them in a drawer at home, neatly stacked and held together by one of her hair ribbons.
Sexual attraction has always eluded Nozaki's understanding. (Asexual!Nozaki/Sakura)
Its smallness makes him think Sakura and the piteous way it gazes up at him Mikoshiba, and it's not really a choice at all, not with the way his stomach lurches at the thought of leaving it in this alleyway, alone and helpless.
Haninozuka Mitsukuni embodies a pixie in all aspects.
Lain is alone until she isn't.
"I love you," she says, soft, sincere. Practiced.
She never knew silence could be so loud.
She feels the distance between them like a physical ache.